Charles windsor whos at the door At such an hour whos at the door In the back of an old green cortina Youre on your way to the guillotine
Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead Theyve come to chop, to chop off your head
Hundreds of bound big business men Hacks from the sun, military men So many rich men weep in despair On and on into trafalgar square
Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead Theyve come to chop, to chop off your head
These once peaceful streets The scenes of revenge you had not wished to see Revenge is so sweet to those who have never known anything sweet
Here the rabble comes The kind you hoped were dead Theyve come to chop, to chop off your headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.